John Milton
On Time
Fly, envious Time, till thou run out thy race,
Call on the lazy leaden-stepping hours,
Whose speed is but the heavy plummet's pace;
And glut thyself with what thy womb devours,
Which is no more than what is false and vain,
And merely mortal dross;
So little is our loss,
So little is thy gain.
For when as each thing bad thou hast intombed,
And last of all thy greedy self consumed,
Then long Eternity shall greet our bliss
With an individual kiss,
And Joy shall overtake us as a flood;
When every thing that is sincerely good
And perfectly divine,
With truth, and peace, and love, shall ever shine
About the supreme throne
Of Him, t' whose happy-making sight alone
When once our heav'nly-guided soul shall climb,
Then, all this earthly grossness quit,
Attired with stars, we shall for ever sit,
Triumphing over Death, and Chance, and thee, O Time.
flamingskullballs Reviewed by flamingskullballs on . OUTDOORS DURING WINTER Location: Southern hemisfire, south America. Heres the deal, last fall, as i harvested my first set of buds ever i started to notice one plant´s product wasnt gonna cut it for a whole year; So one month later as i tasted glory itself while smokin nature´s gift to us all i, against all odds, sprouted 3 seeds, hopin to harvest again at springtime. Now the plants look good, nice and high, tops cut off and all of them show two tops, reaching to get higher. My question is, Rating: 5